Jose's wife sent in his story with a little introduction:
Hi, I saw your blog and thought I would send you this blurb my husband wrote soon after our first son was born. He didn't get all the details perfect, but this is HIS story, so I'm not going to altar it. Just a little background: I was planning a homebirth but was hospitalized at 33 weeks with preterm rupture of membranes. They wanted to induce me at 34 weeks, but let me have my way and go into labor naturally, which happened just before 36 weeks. My beautiful son was born without pain medications and was perfectly healthy! My husband, who had witnessed two of his sisters give birth, was much more well-prepared for this even after taking Bradley classes with me, and he was a great support during labor. Now we're expecting our second, and once again planning a homebirth!
After nearly two really tough days it was found that Adel's white
blood cell count went up and she was moved to the delivery wing.
After crazy hours of contractions they began to wane and with the
high white count we opted for pitocin, not what we wanted, but the
baby's health was our prime concern. The pitocin brought the
contractions a lot closer together but less intense as before.
Finally after midnight she began to feel the urge to push, the
doctor had come in about a half hour earlier to measure dilation,
this was going to determine how quick or long this was going to
take. The doctor measured seven centimeters and this news was great!
only three more centimeters to go for full success. The contractions
became so close together that the doctor and nurses were all on
standby. Adel was able to move and shift and do whatever made her
comfortable, the doctor was real great and compliant with whatever
I found myself engaged like I was a nurse, I was her coach and
wanted to help her make this experience real, rational and joyous,
while in her state of changing pain and frustration. Finally the
moment came when the baby's head was beginning to show, a lump
formed in my throat, she had to give all she had and if I could I
would have taken her place. A few pushes with a few breaks in
between - first the head would crown, then disappear. Another push
and the head was out a bit more but not quite enough, the
desperation showed on Adel face and tears. One final push and there
came out this little human made up of the two of us. NO words can
express what flooded my soul. Like a wave of emotions slamming
against the inside of my eyes I held back the tears only because I
didn't want the distraction of not being able to see clearly this
little part of me that was getting immensely huge in my heart. I
blacked out everything around me as Adel reached down to take the
baby, the doctor passing it...then an interrupted check on the
gender which to my great surprise revealed my greatest dream that
I'd shly made known, a boy. My Boy! Welcome home.
Tobi is healthy weighing in at 6 lb 4 oz and 19.5 inches long.
Pretty good for a 36 week and six day baby! He's doing really well
and will be held here for at least 48 hours of monitoring....Then
we're going home. God is Good! and every time we, or anyone else
calls his name they'll say it, whether they no it or not.
I'm very thankful and appreciative of everyone's love,support and
prayer because it really makes a difference.